Outlines

My eyes adjustingSo that I can see the outlinesHere it is dimIt's growing darkerMy eyes can see the outlines

The sheet and the pillowThe waning light across the wallDid you come home?Is it you here?I can't be sure

I: Him:Your hand is resting The night draws her outlinesOn my cheek, against my skin I can see herI breathe in your palm - the scent of the rain Are your eyes adjusting?Cold marble against my skin Can you see in the dark?

The sheet and the pillowThe waning light across the wallDid you come home?Is it you here?I can't be sure

I thought this is what you're made ofI was sure I could not take it awayThe ache from your skin